[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-474":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267574,4427,"Chapter 474: Li Yishan","pure-yang-chapter-474",474,"\u003Cp>Chang'an International Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A howling sound tore through the sky as the silver-white aircraft descended slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Zhang Fan pushed his luggage out, his expression grave, as if burdened with deep thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his current Zhai Shou Third Turn realm, probing the memories of the Three Corpses Golden Core was no longer as exhausting as before, but the memory he saw on the plane this time was exceptionally peculiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could even be called one of the most crucial memories of the former supreme powerhouse, the Three Corpses Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A thousand-year-old demon… what exactly is his identity, that even the Three Corpses Daoist and a transcendent true cultivator who has entered Pure Yang realm fear him so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… the Three Corpses Golden Core… the most peculiar one among them—what could it be? Could it not be…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan’s mind swarmed with thoughts, and a bold hypothesis rose within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a soft call came from nearby, pulling Zhang Fan’s thoughts back—he looked up to see a bright, tall, graceful figure walking toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qiwu, it’s been a long time.” Zhang Fan smiled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he came to Chang’an, he had to trouble Meng Qiwu; there was no choice—this heavenly prodigy was a top disciple of Zhongnan Mountain, and Chang’an was her domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm? You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten steps away, Meng Qiwu suddenly stopped, staring blankly at Zhang Fan. She felt that after only a few months, this man had changed—her memory of him had grown hazy and confused in this very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… have you broken through again?” Meng Qiwu couldn’t help asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky break.” Zhang Fan smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How on earth do you train?” Meng Qiwu pouted, unable to hold back her question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She prided herself on her exceptional talent, already among the top of her generation—but could anyone possibly advance as swiftly as Zhang Fan, his realm leaping forward at an unimaginable pace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As Lu Zu said, cultivation is like drinking water and eating meals.” Zhang Fan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many turns?” Meng Qiwu pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time she met Zhang Fan was when the celestial embryo of Chanbao Mountain was born; back then, they were both at Da Shi Third Turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only half a year had passed, yet Meng Qiwu remained stagnant, while Zhang Fan had already broken through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this age, achieving Gao Gong was already an extraordinary rarity in the mortal world; reaching Da Shi realm meant one was a natural-born Dao cultivator, destined to inherit the lineage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Zhai Shou realm—that was the kind of breakthrough that made people like Chu Chaoran seem like frauds. Meng Qiwu had never even considered such a possibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan smiled but said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get in the car.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Qiwu cast him a sidelong glance, led him to the parking lot, stowed his luggage, and drove off immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Yishan? Why isn’t he here with you?” Zhang Fan suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the matter in Jinmen was settled, he had contacted Li Yishan, who had assured him over the phone that during his stay in Chang’an, Meng Qiwu had taken good care of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, the two should have come together to pick him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s gone missing.” Meng Qiwu said suddenly while driving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gone missing? What do you mean ‘gone missing’?” Zhang Fan couldn’t help asking: “How did he disappear again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time he came to Chang’an, it was because Li Yishan had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Chang’an trip had been extremely perilous—he had encountered the Tian Shi of the Pure Yang Wang family, another cultivator known as Jia Sheng Gui Si, who was also Luo Sen, his childhood friend from the orphanage, and witnessed the largest gathering of the Thirteen Zodiacs ever recorded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Li Yishan hadn’t emerged from the Living Dead Tomb in time, and if Zhang Sheng hadn’t intervened, they might never have escaped Chang’an alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.” Meng Qiwu shook her head; through the rearview mirror, she saw Zhang Fan lowering his head to make a phone call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bother. You can’t reach him at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He went out yesterday with Ergou. The last place he was seen was around Chaoyang Alley. I’ve asked friends to retrieve all nearby surveillance footage from that night—it’ll be sent to me soon.” Meng Qiwu said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could he just vanish?” Zhang Fan mused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could he have found the entrance to Wuwei Sect?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Zhang Fan formed a bold hypothesis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Li Yishan returned specifically to find the Wuwei Sect entrance, to help Zhang Fan unravel the mystery of the Three Corpses Plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has he been to any particular places lately?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides eating, drinking, and having fun… he hasn’t gone anywhere particularly serious.” Meng Qiwu recalled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, he’s been going to the same place often.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ghost Market.” Meng Qiwu whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ghost Market? That antique market we went to last time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, that was the surface one. He went to the underground one.” Meng Qiwu said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a Ghost Market under Chang’an?” Zhang Fan’s expression turned unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chang’an’s black markets come in two types. One is the antique market I took you to—that’s called Mingdang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Chang’an Ghost Market is Andang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary black markets were already illicit; the Chang’an Ghost Market operated beyond all rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Meng Qiwu, at the end of the Tang Dynasty, a massive earthquake caused a \"geological subsidence\" along the southern riverbank of the ancient city—the earth split open like a giant mouth, swallowing the once-bustling marketplaces, intersecting streets, countless lives that had no time to escape, and untold wealth into a preexisting underground cavern system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mud and sand flooded in, partially burying the area, but the vast cavern space never fully collapsed; instead, it formed a secluded underground world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Yin Xu, also known to outsiders as the “Chang’an Ghost Market.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That underground world is a labyrinth of interconnected tunnels, countless forks, winding underground rivers, layered levels one inside another, like a natural maze…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thus, Yin Xu is not merely Chang’an’s largest black market—many rogue sects, outlaws, and even great demons from the Qinling Mountains hide there, either to seclude themselves or to cultivate…” Meng Qiwu said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone says that beneath Zhongnan Mountain lie countless recluses, but those recluses, compared to Yin Xu, don’t even amount to a fraction of its scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sunless underground world seemed to truly sever itself from the mortal realm, becoming the true cradle of true cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin Xu… you didn’t follow him these past two days?” Zhang Fan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could I follow him every single day?” A strange expression flickered across Meng Qiwu’s lovely face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he told me he made considerable gains in Yin Xu—he was very excited when he mentioned it, saying that when you arrived, he’d give you a big surprise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A surprise? Now it’s a scare.” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we go take a look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m taking you there right now.” Meng Qiwu pressed the accelerator hard; the scenery outside the window blurred, cars rushing backward rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In searching for Li Yishan, she seemed even more urgent than Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slow down.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1192,"2026-06-19T21:05:46.332Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4d31a368879abb7633b900aa2e0edad9c0a8fe9b51eb6d13c9af2941459b062b","pure-yang-chapter-475","pure-yang-chapter-473",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]